Her brown body lay still on a bed of yellow petals. Her red mind lay still on waves of redundant events. Her long fingers lay still on her dry lips.
When the smoke was spreading evenly on burnt lands, I was filling a pot of water and looking maddeningly at the sky.
There is some dry color on these paint brushes. There is some dryness in the wind. There are some dry leaves spread on the doorway. There is some rain, falling on this dryness.
I have a destination in mind, but I am stuck in a group of riders. I have a destination in mind, but I am too lonely to decide. I have a destination in mind, distractions are beautiful. I have a destination in mind, my duties have one too.
I thought she was beautiful in her torn clothes; her dirty hands knew the earth, her stolid eyes knew the sky. She was stubborn, poor, full of intent and strikingly beautiful
Shringi
5/6/2012
Paintings by Paul Gauguin
